Genius commoner

Chapter 344

Ruan Polu's eyes narrowed immediately as he smashed the military thorns with one punch.

The huge Mo Qixiong spewed out a mouthful of hot air, staring straight ahead like a wild beast, blatantly not afraid of this opponent who could injure four elite opponents in seconds, Tang Xueyi was tough enough, the coffin board was tough enough, Kong Xiaohan was fast enough, Mei Zishu Accurate enough, Mo Qixiong is tough enough, so no matter how powerful the opponent is, Mo Qixiong will always face it with the strongest fighting spirit.

Under the long shot of the pale light, the two of them took a step forward and looked at each other. Their faces were as hot as a volcano, and there was indescribable admiration. His military thorns seemed to pierce through the pitch-black night, with a sturdy and majestic look that would look down upon the world.

The windbreaker on Mo Qixiong's body also fluttered in the cold wind, like a hard rock, brazenly facing the huge waves pressing on Ruan Polu.

Ruan Polu coughed: "Do you dare to rob Mrs. Jin's goods?"

Mo Qixiong snorted noncommittally: "We are here to kill people."

In the next second, Mo Qixiong let out a low cry, squatted on his knees slightly, bowed his body and jumped, and his whole body was shot out suddenly like a cannonball.

Ruan Polu's pupils dilated instantly, and at this moment, he felt that Mo Qixiong's whole aura changed.

At a distance of five meters, Mo Qixiong arrived in the blink of an eye, without any fancy moves, just a simple straight punch, and blasted at Ruan Polu's face.

This was the first reaction in Ruan Polu's heart. Mo Qixiong's speed was completely beyond his expectation. He couldn't figure out the strength of this big man, so he could only avoid him first.

call out!
Ruan Polu's center of gravity quickly leaned back, his feet stomped hard on the ground, making a cracking sound, and then the whole person exploded back.

As soon as he left, a heavy punch hit Ruan Polu where he was standing. If he was a little slower, 100% of Ruan Polu's head would be hit.

Seeing this scene, a short man running over opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Mo Qixiong in disbelief, unexpectedly he punched Ruan Polu back.

He subconsciously wanted to throw a knife at Mo Qixiong, but someone grabbed his head from behind, twisted it violently, and his neck snapped.

When the little man died without a sound, Ruan Polu, who had retreated four or five meters, was stabilizing his body, looking at Mo Qixiong with a dignified look. Although he was a little careless just now, Mo Qixiong's speed reaction was indeed far away. Far beyond his expectations, he coughed lightly: "You are really not simple, no wonder you dare to come here to eat black."

He twisted his neck, making a bone crackling sound.

Mo Qixiong didn't respond much, just stared at his opponent: "Come."

"Humph!"

A soft shout rolled in Ruan Polu's throat, this time he took the lead, stepped on the ground with both feet, the soil and rocks shattered, his fists tightened, like a tiger descending a mountain.

His thin body erupted with astonishing strength.

The coughing sound was still ringing in my ears, but Ruan Polu was already in front of Mo Qixiong.

Ruan Polu shot with all his strength!
His already sickly body could be blown down by a gust of wind, but when he made a move, Mo Qixiong found it difficult to catch him.

Ruan Polu's moves were understated, but his moves were extremely fast, and every time he took the opponent's life gate, the opponent had to block it.

Ruan Polu made three moves, and Mo Qixiong had already retreated seven steps, but after seven steps, he still couldn't escape Ruan Polu's hand.

Mo Qixiong's face was solemn, and at the same time he became full of fighting spirit. He crossed his arms and stopped in front of him, forcibly bearing the opponent's palm.

The palm slapped on the arm, and there was a sound. Mo Qixiong stepped back three meters, and there was a pain in the arm, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Ruan Polu also had a look of surprise on his face, he thought he could slap Fei Mo Qixiong with his palm just now, but he only made him back three meters.

But he didn't stop there, he turned his palm into an iron fist, which contained overwhelming power, and directly attacked Mo Qixiong's heart.

The attack came in a burst.

Mo Qixiong, with his pupils shrunk, did not retreat but moved forward. He swung his fist and had a head-on collision with the opponent. The two fists collided in mid-air, making a dull sound, and each took a step back. Qixiong blocked it with his left hand, then shrunk his shoulders and waist, avoiding the opponent's iron fist that could smash the head, and stuck to the latter's thin body.

The fist in his hand blasted out again and again, falling on Ruan Polu's lower abdomen like raindrops, faster than lightning, continuously, and forced Ruan Polu back.

When his body fell into the air, Ruan Polu kicked out and hit Mo Qixiong on the chest.

Extremely domineering.

Although Mo Qixiong had tried his best to jump back to release his strength, Ruan Polu's kick still made his vigorous body fly backwards, the visual shock was comparable to the special effects of a movie.

The two fell to the ground one after another, stumbled and took a few steps backwards, and almost fell down, with blood dripping from the corners of each other's mouths.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ruan Polu moved forward, let out a low growl, and his voice exploded instantly. He approached Mo Qixiong again, exerted all his strength, and hit him hard with an elbow.

Mo Qixiong narrowed his eyes and stretched out his palm.

Mo Qixiong blocked Ruan Polu's violent elbow with a loud palm, and made a shocking and terrifying cracking sound.

When the blow failed, Ruan Polu's left leg, which was ready to go, suddenly lifted up, and his knee slammed into Mo Qixiong's side.

This move is one of Ruan Polu's great killer moves. The elbow strike is just a feint. The real killer move is on his hard knees, and what he attacks is one of the weakest parts of his body. If he hits him, Mo Qixiong was afraid that his waist would be broken on the spot, but just as his knee was on the way, Mo Qixiong suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

Ruan Polu missed with one kick.

The feeling of losing the center of gravity was quite uncomfortable, Ruan Polu's expression changed, and he backed away to avoid danger.

Mo Qixiong circled back in front of Ruan Polu from the side, his fist burst out with astonishing power, his black windbreaker bulged, and a gust of howling wind blew around him.

The stormy fist strike is unstoppable!

Ruan Polu's eyes were shining brightly, and he shot out his hands again and again, blocking his fists with fast strikes.

The fists and palms switched alternately, and the eyes were instantly dazzled.

Boom boom boom...

A series of collision sounds sounded, neither side showed any fancy, venting their speed and strength, but as time passed, their cheeks became pale.

"Killing the bear, the seventh form."

After the collision, Mo Qixiong, who retreated half a meter, took advantage of the situation to attack again, the wind of his fist suddenly changed, and his strength surged wildly.

Ruan Polu laughed loudly, gaining momentum to explode, and took a step forward with his whole body, heading straight to the front with an indomitable momentum.

The two fists collided again, the sound was muffled and thick, and the two of them backed up together, leaving a deep foot mark on the ground, and after five meters, they were able to stabilize their figure.

Mo Qixiong and Ruan Polu half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily, with a smear of blood flowing from the corner of their mouths, both of them suffered quite a lot of injuries.

Their eyes are interlocking, they are all so appreciative and sympathetic to each other.

At this moment, where Mo Qixiong and the others had been in ambush, a tall and straight white figure flashed, with his arms flung, four arrows shot at the two of them.

The blood arrows are like a rainbow!
The faces of Mo Qixiong and Ruan Polu changed drastically, and they both smelled the breath of death. At this moment, Ruan Polu suddenly reached out with his left hand and took out an exquisite pistol, and repeatedly pulled the trigger towards the sky. The gunshot roared and shook the air. The ballistic traces of the four bullets criss-crossed in the darkness, and the four bloody arrows fell to the ground, falling around the two of them.

That speed, that precision, surprised Mo Qixiong, as if he didn't expect this guy's marksmanship to be so overbearing.

Before the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the fourth arrow had just hit the ground, and the fifth arrow came through the air, hitting Ruan Polu's gun hard, and the gun fell to the ground, spattering blood on his palm.

When Ruan Polu snorted, four arrows flew towards the night sky, tearing the night sky apart.

The sharp arrows were fierce, but this time, Mo Qixiong and Ruan Polu were powerless to dodge them.

In the nick of time, a figure landed in front of the two of them, slashing out with thin knives in their hands, with an air of swallowing mountains and rivers that surprised Ruan Polu.

Two arrows fell in response to the sound, and the two arrows were deflected, brushing the cheeks of Mo Qixiong and Ruan Polu, and the wounds of the two exposed white flesh also flowed out blood.

Ye Zixuan, who was stained with a lot of blood, stared coldly at the white figure who turned and ran, looked at the thin knife that broke in two, and finally gritted his teeth and did not pursue.

He believed that if he chased after him, he would be [-]% sure to stop the white figure, but the injured Mo Qixiong would be safe, and there would be a little more uncertainty, Ye Zixuan couldn't take the risk.

In his heart, the lives of his brothers are always important.

"Seven Bears, are you alright?"

Ye Zixuan, holding a half-cut knife, asked Mo Qixiong a question, and after getting the latter's answer that he was fine, he looked at Ruan Polu, and moved forward. Ruan Polu took a deep breath, knowing that he was afraid As the time of his death was approaching, he regretted that he died in a foreign land, but at the same time he was glad that he died in the hands of Ye Zixuan and Mo Qixiong.

At this time, the battle has come to an end. Except for Long Jian and more than a dozen cronies running away, more than a hundred people were either killed, injured, or fell unconscious on the scene. Qinglong and Qinglong's disciples killed with click, click, and occasionally struggled to resist, but they were also hacked to death by their knives. The scene was bloody.

Ye Zixuan wiped the blade with his fingers, looked at Ruan Polu and smiled: "It's time to go."

Ruan Polu straightened his chest: "Come on, have fun."

He has no fear of death.

"Brother, this is a man, save me, give him a way out."

Seeing that Ye Zixuan was going to kill Ruan Polu, Mo Qixiong licked the blood flowing down from the wound on his cheek, the expression in his eyes was bloody and cold, and there was also an unconcealed appreciation: "It wasn't the one he shot just now!" Four shots, I guess I’m dead now, he saved my life, I will pay him back, this kind of favor is repaid.”

Ye Zixuan lowered his broken knife and turned his head to Ruan Polu: "Let's go."

Ruan Polu coughed softly: "You robbed my goods and killed my people. If you don't kill me today, another day, if there is a chance, I will do the same to you."

"Don't worry, next time I meet you, I will kill you first."

Mo Qixiong let out a mouthful of hot air: "I won't show mercy."

Ruan Polu coughed, stood up with his injured hand down, and was about to leave when he saw the blood on Ye Zixuan's wrist, his face changed slightly:
"Bone beads? Do you know Zhao Jianghao?"

Ye Zixuan was slightly startled, and then said: "He is my brother." He was a little surprised that Ruan Polu knew Guzhu.

Ruan Polu stared at Ye Zixuan with piercing eyes, retreated into the darkness silently, and when he was about to disappear, he stretched out two fingers and waved them on his forehead.

pay tribute!

(End of this chapter)